So I've decided to, once more, start up a journal. I've done so a fair few times, too many to remember, both online and off in the past. We'll see what happens. I've got a whole new agenda now, so hopefully it'll keep me on track.
I woke up early today. Mind you, early for me is anything before 9am. The cats woke me up. I'm house-sitting at the moment for my mums cousin who lives a few blocks from me. Only a few blocks from my girlfriend, too, so geographically the job doesn't change much. It's easy, too. Just have to look after the place and the animals. There are two cats and two Labradors outside. They're all great animals. It's nice to have solitude here.
So I woke up early. The cats have to have their breakfast before they're out to play. Of course. I'm feeling pretty good today, considering. I've been in bed for the last week (ok, not the whole time, but generally) due to the flu. On the mind, though, and today's the best I've felt for a week.
I've got work tonight. First time in a week due to said sickness. Can't be at work coughing all over everyone's food. Wasn't sure how it'd go tonight since I'm still a big off at nighttime, usually feeling lethargic and feverish. All is good, though. turns out I'll be working with Millie. She's a good worker and a nice girl. Should make things a bit easier. It's only a five hour shift tonight anyway, until close, which is 10 on Sundays. Should be fine.
Nothing more to report. Future thoughts are on some exercise. This week of doing nothing has made me more conscious of my unfit situation. Planning, once I'm fully recovered, to start a bit of a routine (again). Hopefully I'll manage.
Off to make up some pasta now for lunch and, if the need arises, for dinner tonight. Not sure if I'll be hungry by then.